Ryan's Love (4 page)

“
Hey
what was that for,
”
he says grabbing his stomach.

“
Its
for being such a butthole,
”
I laugh and climb out of the pool,
with him following close behind me.

“
What
happened to your shoulder, dude,
”
my brother asks nodding to my left
shoulder.

I glance down and can see teeth
marks from where Ryan had bit me.

I
smiled and said,
“
It
’
s nothing.
”

His eyebrows burrowed and he smacked
his lips.

“
It
doesn
’
t look like nothing to me. Its looks like your girl
likes to bite. I wonder what else she likes to
do,
”
he says jokingly.

I
don
’
t know why but him saying that about her caused a
switch to flip in me. I don
’
t want anyone else
thinking about her like that; which is damn crazy cause
I
’
ve only just met her.
Why is it that I
’
m feeling so
protective of her already. I
’
m never protective or
jealous over a woman. Never.

I turn
to my smiling brother and say,
“
Look
don
’
t say one more word about Ryan like that
again.
”

“
What, I was just stating the obvious,
”
he
shrugs.

I
stepped closer to him, and he starts backing up with his hands up
and says,
“
I was just joking bro. We all love Ryan around here. Plus
Mom would kill me if I said or did anything to hurt
her.
”

“
Yea
whatever,
”
I say stalking off, surprised at myself, to find a cold
shower that I could get into; to help soothe my now painful
hard-on.

Chapter 4 (Miss Ryan)

Oh my goodness. I
can
’
t believe that I just let him touch me like that. Not
only does he probably think that I
’
m some kind of loose
girl. But I made a vow to myself to never get close to a man after
what happened with my mom and dad. Only to be thoroughly played by
the all too sexy Ryan Callahan, and let him touch me how he did. He
knew what he was doing, and so did I. But I let him. When he first
touched me, I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted him to lather
my body with kisses, caresses, and anything else he could think of.
Granted my limited knowledge of what goes on between a man and a
woman intimately, limits my ability to further enhance the
situation. But I
’
m sure that he has
more than enough experience for the both of us.

“
Ryan, Sweety, are you ok,
”
Mrs. Callahan asks as she came up
behind me?

“
Yeah..yeah.., I have to get home,
”
I say, as I hurriedly
put my dress back on, hoping she doesn
’
t see how flushed and
aroused that I am.

“
Why
Honey? Don
’
t leave; we still have to eat.
”

I
slowly turn to face her and say,
“
I don
’
t know. I
should go home. This is a special family time for you. I
don
’
t want to get in the way.
”

“
Oh
nonsense. You know you are the daughter I never had. I want you too
stay. Maybe now you can get to know my son Ryan like you know my
other boys.
”

I
stiffen at that last sentence. Oh no. There is no way that I can be
near Ryan and not let what just happened between us show on my
face. I can
’
t stay.

If she
noticed the change in me she didn
’
t say anything and
lead me to the the dining area.

“
Mrs. Callahan, I
can
’
t. I didn
’
t bring a change of
clothes and my dress is all wet now,
”
I say motioning to my
wet dress.

She
grins then sweetly replies with,
“
Now you know you can
call me Marissa. And I have a few different things that you could
choose from to wear.
”

“
But,
”
I start to say in complaint, but she quickly lead me into a
room down the long hallway.

After
we get inside, she took me over to a massive walk in closet and
says,
“
In that cabinet over there are tons of new clothes that you
could pick from to wear.
”

“
But.., I
can
’
t. They won
’
t fit. You are much
more in shape than I am. I wouldn
’
t be able to fit any
of your clothes.
”

“
Oh
Honey, what you do to an old woman
’
s ego. I got these
things incase anyone ever needed something to wear. I know that
there will be something in there that you could
fit.
”

“
How
do you know,
”
I ask as I look at all the beautiful things she had packed
into the cabinet.

“
Well
its simple Dear, I had you in mind when I bought
them,
”
she said simply then walked out of the closet and the room,
shutting the door behind her.

Huh. I wonder what she meant when
she said that, she had me in mind? Weird?

I shake it off and turn and let my
finger run along all the beautiful clothes in front of me. What
would it feel like to own things this soft. My hands stop on this
amazing silky dress. I pulled it down from the rack and held it up
to myself as I looked in the floor to ceiling mirror off to my
right. It was a magnificent buttery gold color; and it flowed like
the wind. I really want to wear this, but it looks way too
expensive. Maybe I could just try it on and take it off after. I
slip out of my clothes and am about to step into the dress when I
realize I could jump in the shower first, to wash this chlorine off
of me first.

I step
out of the closet, hoping no one is in the room because
I
’
m naked. I peek out and can see what looks like a
restroom off the the left, so I quietly tipped my way to the
bathroom and shut the door behind me.

The
size of the bathroom caused my jaw to drop. Maybe I should have
asked if she didn
’
t mind me using this
restroom, before I took it upon myself to use this shower. I look
around the bathroom and see white shelves with piles of different
colors of plush towels. I grabbed the first one I came to, and
wrapped it tightly around my body.

When I
peek out of the bedroom door to see if I see anyone was in the
hallway. I didn
’
t see
anyone.

“
Hello, Mrs. Callahan, Hello,
”
I call
out.

Nothing. So I call out
again.

“
Mrs.
Callahan, can you help me with something please.
”

I hear someone shuffling around then
footsteps. Down at the end of the hallway I see a woman, no Mrs.
Callahan rushing to me.

“
Honey, what
’
s
wrong,
”
she says out of breath.

“
Oh I
was wondering if I could jump in the shower before I got
dressed.
”

“
Oh
so you found something that you could fit,
”
she said
smiling.

“
I
found a gold dress I was going to try on, but I realize that I
needed to wash up before I try it on,
”
I
replied.

“
You
will look perfect in that dress. I was hoping you would pick that
one.
”

“
Really!
”

“
Yes,
yes. Now go and hurry in the shower. We are all in the dining room
whenever you are ready,
”
she says nudging me back into the
room.

Ok.
That was different. Maybe she
’
s acting like that
towards me because she always wanted a daughter. I
don
’
t know. But whatever it is, I need to hurry up and get
ready.

I run
back into the bathroom and hop in the shower. After ten minutes of
a steaming hot shower, I swiftly get out of the shower and dry
myself off; and I go back into the closet. When I pick up the gold
dress to put it on, I remember that I don
’
t have any
underwear to put on.

Oh no. I
can
’
t go out there without underwear on. I start
frantically start digging around in the closet and finally come
across a scary black pair of thong panties.

I
’
ve always wondered why woman like to wear these
things. I don
’
t know, and I
don
’
t really care right now. I just need to get these
things on and get out to where everyone else is before someone
comes looking for me. I
’
d die if someone came
in here and saw me in these things. So I hurriedly wiggle into the
thongs, and adjust myself in them.

They
aren
’
t as bad as I thought they
’
d be, I think as
I let the dress drop down over my body and smooth my hands over my
bottom. I can
’
t even feel them.
Maybe thats why ladies like to wear them. Too bad I
don
’
t have a jacket or something to put on because my
breast are falling out the top of this dress. If I had more time
and I didn
’
t love how it felt on my skin,
I
’
d dig around in that closet and find something else.
But I don
’
t so I keep the dress on and run my hands through
my hair, put a gold comb in my hair the was on top of the cabinet;
and I take a long deep breath and walk out of the closet and down
to the dining room.

“
You
can do this. You can do this,
”
I keep telling myself as walk down
the hallway and try and ease my way into the dining room hopefully
without anyone noticing.

I slyly walk to the table that had
the food spread out on it and quietly make myself a plate. When I
turn around from the table to go sit down, all eyes were on me. My
hands start sweating and shaking as I try and figure out what I am
doing wrong. Was I not supposed to get food yet? Is my dress not on
right? Is there tissue on my shoe? What do I do? What do I
do?

To my relief, Mrs.Callahan walks
over to my side and puts her hand on my shoulder.

“
Ryan
are you ok; you look like a deer caught in the
headlights,
”
she asks while taking my wobbly plate with one hand, and
putting her other arm around my shoulder.

“
Well
when I turned around and saw everyone looking at me, I started
getting nervous and thinking that I did something
wrong,
”
I whisper not really even looking up at
her.

“
Oh
don
’
t look so shy baby; everyone was looking at you
because you looked like an angel when you walked in the room.
You
’
re so beautiful,
”
she says.

I look
up at her in amazement. No one has ever really told me that before.
I mean my brother did, but that doesn
’
t count. He has to
tell me that because he is my brother.

“
No
I
’
m not Mrs. Callahan. Its the dress,
”
I laugh
nervously.

She
turned me around to face her and said,
“
You are a beautiful
woman, and any man would be brought to his knees if he got to wake
up next to you every morning.
”